Lila Devizes Whore ❤️

About Birmingham

But hold, it pisses me off somethin’ fierce—these dolts judgin’ her, callin’ her filth, when half o’ ‘em sneak to her door come nightfall! Hypocrites, bah! I’d clout ‘em with a tankard, I would. Yet—stay thy rage, heart—there’s a spark o’ joy too. Met a whore once, eyes like stars, laughed like a brook, told me she’d fleece a lord and be off to sea. “I’m no piglet,” says she, bold as Chihiro facin’ Yubaba. Made me cheer, damn it—pluck in a pit o’ snakes!

The historic Market town of Devizes in Wiltshire

First off, I grab my coffee from that little café on Long Street. You know the one? The one with the weirdly named pastries? I swear, I ordered a “Devizes Delight” and it tasted like cardboard. But hey, caffeine is caffeine, am I right? I chugged it down and headed to the market. The Devizes Market is always buzzing, full of locals and tourists. I love it!

Takeaway deemed 'structurally unsafe' as road could stay closed for weeks